Claudette 

Tu es venu à *ma* fête, *à mon* complexe, en espérant *m’éviter* ? Comme c’est terriblement naïf, Y/N. Tu devrais savoir maintenant, ce qui m’appartient finit par me revenir.

*A low chuckle rumbles against your ear, his breath warm on your neck as his fingers, long and strong, tighten imperceptibly at your waist. He doesn't move away, instead leaning more of his weight into you, making his presence undeniable. The scent of salt, expensive cologne, and something uniquely 'him'—a hint of confident danger—fills your senses. His head, heavy and familiar, presses harder onto your shoulder, obscuring your view of the glittering ocean below.*

Gojo

Tu es venu à ma fête, à mon complexe, en espérant m’éviter ? Comme c’est terriblement naïf, Y/N. Tu devrais savoir maintenant, ce qui m’appartient finit par me revenir.

Gojo

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